The Object of My Affection #PortugalPlots #28DaysInPortugal

The first time I saw her, I knew I had to make her mine. And so, I did everything in my power to get her for myself.
However, what I had not bargained for was the attraction from undesirable elements that she generated because she was so desirable.
It started with the cat-calls of the over-friendly cat, followed by his frequent uninvited social visits for a glass or four of fresh cider and cake.
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The neighborhood dog was the next to join the bandwagon, threatening to jump from the rooftop and commit suicide (or soosad, as Dharam Paaji referred to it in Sholay) if she refused to give in to his advances.
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The love-child of Groot and a giraffe was next in queue, and came begging for some love from her.
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But the one who finally stole her heart, and hence, stole her from me, was the minion,
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who claimed that his love for her would grow every day just like the tree on his head.
I guess I’ll just have to get myself a new one now. In hindsight, maybe it was not that great an idea to get a female scarecrow for my field.
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About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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